Early Days in Fort Worth, Much of Which I saw and Part of Which I WasPaddock, B. B. (Buckley B.)
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Early Days in Fort Worth, Much of Which I saw and Part of Which I Was
Paddock, B. B. (Buckley B.)
Fort Worth (Tex.) -- Biography; Fort Worth (Tex.) -- History; Frontier and pioneer life -- Texas -- Fort Worth
Following the completion of the railroad to Fort Worth came lumber yards
and lumber dealers from all over East Texas. All that section of the
city bounded by Houston street, Monroe street, on the east and west and
by Ninth street on the north and as far south as the railroad
reservation, was one vast lumber yard; and the entire country west,
southwest and northwest of Fort Worth was supplied with building
material from this city. Hundreds of wagons were loaded daily and the
roads out of Fort Worth were lined with wagons transporting it to as far
west as San Angelo and even beyond. It was the nearest market for all
the western country for several years and brought millions of dollars to
the city.
The first cotton compress was erected by Col. E. W. Morton, about the
foot of Commerce street. The first bale of cotton was compressed on the
17th day of September, 1877, with appropriate ceremonies. On September
2d, 1878, a second compress was erected.
The first grain elevator was erected by Mark Evans about where the
present depot of the Fort Worth & Denver road now stands.
The first ice factory was built by R. E. Maddox, W. H. Little and Dr. N.
Wallerich, they having acquired the plant of the first refrigerator and
converted it into an ice factory.
EFFORTS AT UPLIFT.
The reformer was here then as now and tried to reform every one else but
himself, just as they do now and with about the same success. The town
was “wide open” to the horror of some and an effort was made at
intervals to put a stop to the open gambling house. One Grand Jury
falling under the influence of the “up-lifters” brought out indictments
against about thirty members of a whist club that played whist in the
rear of a saloon owned and managed by Henry Byrne. (His widow, Maggie,
lives here still.) The club was composed of the business men of the
city; not one of whom ever entered the wide open gambling houses. Having
no business, they played whist. The stakes were a bottle of beer—if any
one wanted the beer. A dozen or more indictments were found against each
member. The District Attorney was a Dallas lawyer. The fee in each case
was ten dollars. A pretty good sum for one term of Court. The juries
were compelled to find verdicts of guilty and assessed the fine at from
1/37 of a cent up to one cent. But it carried the costs. The county paid
many hundreds of dollars for the fun and the district attorney gathered
many thousands. He was not a candidate for re-election.
OH! THE FUN WE HAD.
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